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We step into the range of the sensor and the doors slide open, welcoming us into its domain.
I cautiously walk around with Myka by my side. I sweat a bit at the sight of my favourite whiskey and turn away, trying to distract my thoughts. Because of her, not the label, I’ve been off the sauce for a little over a month. And although I don’t wrestle with the shakes or swears like some, I do have my withdrawal symptoms.
I’ve developed a panache for baking when I can’t drink or even fuck like I used to. Now I have a new device to keep me company, the vision of her in this dress.
“Oh, Simon honey. I’m so sorry. I should’ve made you wait for me in the car. It was wrong of me to bring you in here.”
“No worries, love. I have my ways of keeping me calm.”
“Oh, so you have great restraint?”
You have no idea. “I suppose you could say that.”
“Hmm, I like. I like it a lot.” She smiles. “I have the libations for your family, let's go check out, shall we?”
We make our way up to the register when a couple of fans notice me, including the cashier.
“Oh my God. You’re him, aren’t you? You’re Simon Ashton of Osiris.”
“Yes, I am love, but can you please—”
She lets out a loud shrill of excitement and others come running.
“It’s him Oh my God, it’s really Simon,” another young lady belts.
“Okay now. What is all of the grumbling about?” A tall man, who I can only assume is the store manager, says when he makes his way through the small horde of young women surrounding us.
“I’m sorry sir. My client stopped to pick up these items for his parents as a surprise. These adoring fans recognized him, and things turned a little —”
“Loud,” he rebuts.
“Yes, loud. We just want to pay for these things and be on our way.” Myka pulls out five one-hundred-dollar bills to cover the cost of the booze and to bribe him to let us leave, skipping the line.
The gentlemen accepts them, not before taking a long, hard, and eerily creepy look at Myka.
“Well, how can I say no to such a lovely little bird such as yourself?” He licks his lips like a hungry wolf salivating over its prey. “Client, you say. Perhaps when you’re done working, we could go out for a drink?”
Myka darts her gaze to me and then back to him. “I’m afraid I can’t let that one out of my sight while here in London. Perhaps some other time.” She pulls from his grasp and tugs me through the building crowd.
We jog across the lot, and I must say I’m impressed she can move in heels like that.
The driver stands and opens the doors when he spots the crowd of young women following us. We both hurry into the back of the car. Our breathing is heavy and labored, and we both are wearing ridiculously goofy grins on our faces.
“Whew, that was insane,” Myka breathes out.
“Oh, that’s nothing. Sometimes crowds grow from one to hundreds in a matter of seconds.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure Myka. Anything.” I sit up giving her my full attention.
“Do you ever grow tired of the life? You know, hordes of horny women clawing after you, screaming your name, speaking about what they want to do with your unmentionables.”
I laugh at her last word. “To be honest, I’m not much for the attention. I don’t mind it, but I know it comes with the territory.”
“I kinda got a charge out of running. Holding onto your hand as if you knew a shortcut to get us away from the madness. It was different. I hardly ever deal with adults since my other clients cater to a much younger audience.”
“You seem to have made a fan yourself with the shop's manager.”
